How I Found Love and Acceptance in a Three-Way
A story on queer polyamory in San Francisco
I had a star-studded, rose-colored view of my first queer relationship: We bump into each other at a bookstore — maybe a coffee shop — with mutual friends. We exchange glances, jokes, and eventually numbers, which then leads to getting to know each other. Seems picturesque, no?
Listen, it’s 2022 and that’s not how meeting people works anymore, it’s not an over-produced Netflix movie starring Vanessa Hudgens. Instead, I met my first-ever partner on Hinge. This first-ever partner was also deeply polyamorous, and I was competing for position number three. It seems odd to type this in retrospect — but it seemed so right.
My first relationship definitely didn’t meet the markers for what I had dreamt up in my head.
No roses at the door ...